Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-12-25
csRI.TuAs AND THE WEEK OF
PRAYER,

snr,pr6eld (nl) journal, December 1885,
let hour hath coma TO me. and my rapt 81 III
n a,aS grstefu ness for over brimminr cup
swsst aChristmas solvents" SO oeautfaI 20
v..h m me ,wn track hath followed Ger wooded
ma hanSiSorx so pref Of malocns gcod and
y,S.- true, a..
with the new;
trees
Come lite doves, snow white. rose pink, the IL
faith tul oeak
Roaring @ 'gree Ing" cheery, such as my hesIt
would seek;
AndI,t lie ioa1s OF violets. rich In their purple
bloom
With lsoeuags-"Thoughts of Thea, sweet
IS their perfI ne;
andfsce OF friends ami angels amid the gold
and blue
sItsme o'erlook the false In life, still trusting
The earth v as wrea'hed in beauty on this PLAID
Christmas time,
And ell The wa eide pisces seemed running
The winoow Dloomed with roses, and i'll g,
ever fair,
sprsng up 10 "a any By path that humble ones
Zen the p 5oresr of Gods children could feast
upon the sight
or overfowing iovelincss ruling the world in
might.
Toponder-I must close mine eyes and thought
fully recall
The time when "Msry's Babe" was born in
Bethlehem'B stall
The INN has not couch for Thee in Thy su-
preDest hour.
And yet unto fhv mother heart heaven gives
- Its choi. est flower
The gentle brutes, with quiet tread and rev.
ereDt m Ia and eye,
Look on where angels, having charge, are
lowering nigh.
OF all he WORLDS sweet mothers, thou tIueet
- art an6 best,
Gourished By sin ess nectar, thy babe lies
- hushed In rest.
/ see & c "Wise Men" bowling with gifts of
spice and gold,
And ], with them, kneel down, thy b2be's fair
and TO hold.
see thee kiss thy darling, as loving mothers
do,
And ], with reverend lips, would press that
pure brow too.
o, heart of min what hsst thou done? Such
new anc JOYOUS thrills,
CcurFe whole ha'rT through and through,
such rapture thrills.
Ny son -methinks some God-like power hath
riven,
And :" each sense with love come down
from Heaven.
Though on His far. young mothers knee. 1
see Him sleepiDg
Yet ew 1 well His soul divine cen now is
- waking.
feel the "Angel OF His Presence" touch and
save me,
And now HE love and pity can, and will, for
give me.
That ssBare of Bethlehem" 10 N ans full stat
ure Yefches;
And on the hillside green he gathers men, and
teaches
Sweet Gospel truths and lessons OF forgive
He bIndetb wounds, and casteth devils into
outer darkness;
He csl's me -straying in, and safs within His
He ch. =. mes. and feeds, and wins the love w
tod;
The mourner's head reclines upon His breast
And cheering words of ''Life again" He speaks
for those who died
"Safe in the Mansiona." fair In glory, earth's
trials well passed DER,
All cont r sons and daughters, ever, forever,
evermore.
Yetc, wounded him, o, sinleas, low
How 80 think of such abuse on Thee out
poured2
Dying for me!-O, let my penitent tears iow
flee
Bethlshem's sweet Infant dying on Calvary's
Cross for mel
An. ri.en again TRANSPORTED now before mei
How my soul veRrEs In faith to fall down and
imploIe Thee
To II f"- to this wide worlds voice In humble
prayer,
And WIN toe richest OF Thy IT'S all waiting
hearts prepare.
Hear Thou Thy chiidren's call, in mighty con-
cert swelling,
On this best sweek of Prayer" their needs and
wishes telling.
Prepare the way Ia deserts, for sh2rsn's bloom
ing Rose,
Evil subdue. and olive branches wave above
Thy foes;
% all earth's mountain tops, and wales ard
hillside slopes,
Where fitting joys and hu an aims are dashed
with dyi hopes;
To the far distant regions where ice bound
vp'selr wait
Where summer seas have islets green, open this
Gospel Gate.
That al who viii may enter, and worship and
adore
One Goo. the Father, Son and Comforter, for
evermo'e. g. L. Post.
Christmas, 1883. New Years, 1884.